Don't expect my writing to make sense. I write my feelings, not my thoughts.
Soft whimpers of agony... tendrils of blood streaming down his hands... he pressed harder against the wretched creature's wound, his burning eyes turned upwards in a silent prayer for the bleeding to stop. The plea went unanswered, and the child behind him wept harder.
Legolas fought against turning around and acknowledging his daughter's presence. Anguished anger seared through his heart, making his voice curt as he spoke to the young child. "Go inside."
He attempted to sooth the wounded dog, stroking his shredded fur with his blood stained fingertips for a moment before once more pressing firmly against the gaping wound. The sobs behind him only grew louder and a fierce flare rose up inside him. "Talathiel - get inside now!" He snarled, whirling around to face his young daughter; her pale face streaked with tears, her lackluster eyes red and puffy. She spun around and raced away, up the stone steps and out of sight, her limp black hair flying behind her.
His eyes bright with tears, Legolas gave up his attempt to staunch the bleeding. He ran his hands through the dark, wiry fur - whispering soothing words to the creature. His hands rested at the dog's neck. He gripped tightly and twisted, turning his head away and squeezing his eyes tight as he heard the unmistakable crack of breaking bone. The dog fell limp and the whimpering ceased.
Quietly the grave was dug and the body placed carefully in the dark ground at the foot of a birch tree. The warrior of Mirkwood sat beside the freshly turned soil well into the night, when the stars shone brightly over the foliage of the forest.
Soft steps could be heard as an elegant figure made her way towards his silent figure. She wrapped her arms about his waist, resting her head against the crook of his shoulder. The two of them swayed gently, as though a quiet, haunting melody could be heard – or as though they were blades of grass being moved by the softest of winds.
"Let us go inside." She murmured softly, her voice calm and soothing like the sound of slow moving water over rounded pebbles.
He did not speak, but he kissed her tenderly before the two of them walked inside – their every movement like that of the most graceful of dances.
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He pulled his shirt over his head, his back turned towards her. By the dim candlelight she could see the thick, ugly scars that marred his back. He froze when he felt her soft touch upon the injured skin. Laurelin hesitated - a heartbeat of silence passed by - before she kissed his shoulder blade softly, wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning against him. His shirt fell to the floor. "I love you." She whispered, tears pricking at the back of her eyes.
"You and Talathiel will be leaving in the morning." He murmured, not moving. "You will arrive in Rivendell within a few days time."
She swallowed thickly, tears falling from her eyes and dripping gently onto his skin. She closed her eyes, accepting his words silently. He shifted, turning to face her. He enveloped her in his arms, kissing the top of her golden head softly.
"I love you too." Legolas whispered. And his tears fell too.
It is a work in progress, I will update as soon as I can.
I am well aware it makes little sense. I am merely feeling... depressed.
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